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prompt: ink Puzzle Pieces Ink spills, morning breaks, this is not ars poetica, just one more cold day, Sun fades, twilight shatters, far off memories of night return like old friends.
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Time Sucks “In a certain house, where there were once many, there is one now; Where there were many, at the end none remains! With night and day as two alternating pieces of dice, On the chessboard of the world, Time plays with living beings as pawns.” -Bhartrhari, Passage of Time I’m older than I should be, I take a dozen pills a day, my back aches all the time, my heart is failing, but by the count of years, I’m not even middle-aged yet. I’m getting older faster than I ought to, every day brings a new stress-induced wrinkle as I scan my twitter feed and see the exploits and the depravations of the truly old, the wizened wealthy who refuse to die, who cling onto life and their blood-earned dollars. They rejoice in their decrepitude, these ancient spreaders of rot, while I walk step by step into the grave. What’s the point of living long to see the death of the world.
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Nov 27, 2019 06:54
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Yeah! No loser av for me for my terrible, lovely af poem!!!!
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